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Quiet Gleam (Kislap sa Gabi)

VYZEE [REMIX BY PLEBA]

Boom (original)

Verse 1  
Plastic flowers in the rain,  
Blooming out of pure disdain.  
Every petal hums a song,  
Static whispers all night long.  

Pre-Chorus  
Every signal fades to blue,  
Still the garden calls for you.  

Chorus  
Static garden, wired and wild,  
Every dream becomes defiled.  
Through the noise, I hear your name,  
Nothing ever stays the same.  

Verse 2  
Concrete roots and silver air,  
Growing where there’s no repair.  
Every pixel drips with rust,  
Static garden turns to dust.  

Pre-Chorus  
Every signal fades to blue,  
Still the garden calls for you.  

Chorus  
Static garden, wired and wild,  
Every dream becomes defiled.  
Through the noise, I hear your name,  
Nothing ever stays the same.  

Bridge  
Maybe beauty’s just decay,  
Built from things that fade away.  
Still the static hums so true,  
Every flower sings of you.  

Final Chorus  
Static garden, wired and wild,  
Every dream becomes defiled.  
Through the noise, I hear your name,  
Nothing ever stays the same.

Static Garden

Brick By Brick (Original)

Yeah, I know it’s sunny out today
But I don’t care, I already made my choice

Wouldn’t say I’m broken, just off my game
Got a perfect girl, still feel the same
Smiling’s a chore, it feels too fake
I need a gray sky, I need the ache

Don’t tell me it’s fine, don’t say it’ll pass
Today I’m the storm, not the hourglass
Don’t care if my team just won the game
Don’t care if the band dropped something insane

She’s a light in the dark, I know that’s true
But I’m closing the blinds, I need the view
Some days joy feels like a costume I wear
So let me feel empty, let me sit there

Don’t text me “cheer up”
Don’t say it’s all right
I’ve been chasing sunlight
Now I need the night

Let me be sad today
Don’t try to take it away
I don’t need a reason to cry
I just need a reason to stay

Let me be sad today
Don’t try to make me okay
Maybe the highs hit harder
When I let the lows have their way

She’s perfect, I mean it, I swear she is
She makes me forget what broken is
But even in heaven I’d find a cloud
Just to remind me I stand out

My favorite band dropped something new
But I’m not in the mood for a verse or two
Even if the world was perfectly fine
I’d still find a way to draw the line

I know sometimes it’s okay to not feel okay
But what if I don’t want okay today?
What if I like the taste of rain?
What if my peace needs a bit of pain?

I don’t need therapy in a text
Don’t need advice on what comes next
Maybe this sadness is part of the plan
To help me feel human again

I still wanna be sad today
I still wanna be sad today
Don’t take my pain away
I still wanna—
I still wanna be sad today

Let me be sad today
Don’t try to take it away
I don’t need a reason to cry
I just need a reason to stay

Let me be sad today
Don’t try to make me okay
Maybe the highs hit harder
When I let the lows have their way

Yeah, I know it’s sunny out today
But I don’t care
I already made my choice

Be sad today…

Wanna Be Sad (Original)

Let’s start the day.
I already know how I’ll sound
same jokes, same tone,
like I’m reading myself out loud.
People like the way I fit,
so I keep fitting.
Even when I change,
I change in character.

I think about leaving the script,
but someone always laughs too soon,
and I crawl right back
to the part they know.

Everyone’s a mirror,
I’m the frame that never moves.
I built a life from feedback
and called it truth.
I don’t even need to try
habit wears my face for me.
It’s safer to be known
than to be free.

Sometimes I test it
say something out of character,
watch the air shift,
watch their eyes ask if I’m okay.
And I smile, like, “Just kidding.”
And there goes another little chance
to mean it.

It’s not fear, exactly
it’s recognition.
The story’s been running so long
it thinks it’s skin.

Everyone’s a mirror,
I’m the frame that never moves.
I built a life from feedback
and called it truth.
I don’t even need to try
habit wears my face for me.
It’s safer to be known
than to be free.

But what if I let it glitch?
Let the line drop mid-word?
Would they still hear me,
or would they just hear noise?
Maybe noise is closer
to what I meant all along.

Everyone’s a mirror,
but I can look away.
Maybe losing recognition
is the only honest play.
I don’t even need to try
the act’s already fading.
If freedom looks strange,
then let them call it breaking.

Anamorphosis

They call the word eternal,
but every word was once a choice.
We say it came from heaven,
yet it’s spoken in our voice.
One line crowns a savior,
the same line draws a sword.
If truth can shift its purpose,
can we claim it from the Lord?

The question builds the answer,
the seeker shapes the sign.
Scripture shifts its meaning
when the need redraws the line.
Holy isn’t fixed
it echoes what we see.
If we’re the ones who shape it,
is God shaping us, or we?

We worship what we call truth,
but we bend it when it stings.
Claim the verse is universal,
then apply it to our things.
If doctrine splits in pieces,
and each side swears it’s right,
maybe faith is not the beacon
maybe faith is where we fight.

The question builds the answer,
the seeker shapes the sign.
Scripture shifts its meaning
when the need redraws the line.
Holy isn’t fixed
it echoes what we see.
If we’re the ones who shape it,
is God shaping us, or we?

Is divinity external,
or the shape our longing takes?
If every truth depends on us,
what truth does God create?

The question builds the answer,
the seeker shapes the sign.
Scripture shifts its meaning
when the need redraws the line.
Holy isn’t fixed
it echoes what we see.
If we’re the ones who shape shape it,
is God shaping us, or we?

Eternal

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Absurd, melodic, darkly humorous — the sound of a mind breaking and laughing at itself.
A spoon, a hedgehog, and divine nonsense.

“There’s someone living in my head.”

The Lodger Cycle (Venus in My Head) is a dark cinematic concept album by Leya, blending trip-hop, gothic soul, and surreal art-pop.
Each track is a different room inside the same haunted mind — where mirrors whisper, spoons float, and thoughts bloom into flytraps.

The record moves through madness, irony, and fragile beauty.
It’s not about escaping the darkness — it’s about learning to breathe within it.

🖤 “I breathe, I burn, I’m still within.”

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hey, i’m kikai udon.
i write from the moments i couldn’t decide, the spaces i didn’t fill.
i keep the mess, the pauses, the things i never said.
if you’re somewhere in between, take what you need and leave the rest.

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